unwritten
Zaïnab El Meziani
Edited by Nabiha Qureshi
my words i speak them and sing all of me i breathe them with suffocating lungs i stand in the middle of nowhere and write them i then break them and hide them under a sad sunset and all of the sepultures could never paint my agony when i bury my soul in the fearful woods i become the child of rhymes that have never been i am now death behind the eyes of pain i dance alone in the darkness of silent nights feeling the truths of my prosaic drawings tasting the bitterness of this void once so sweet silence, speak speak for my blood is cold speak for my heart is a lie and my lungs are smoke and i cannot leave my words to the sun i need to see feathers writing my songs i need to feel your sight i need to be
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